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Sally Soe Sep 2012
Cold. Misty. Water suspended in the air as if on strings. Somewhere there is a streak of light. This beam of hope, penetrating the ceiling of weightless droplets.
Sally Soe Sep 2012
I want to write something
anything
whatever comes out
to express something
anything
to accompany me
no form
no restrictions
the way I see
life because
I can
rain drop
drip drip
drip drip
drip drip
drip
drip
Can I move on?
without moving
Can I start
over?
Without leaving
drip drip
Sally Soe Sep 2012
Even though you weren’t

really around I

miss your Presence

the Idea of you

that

you Were there Anyways

you Were comforting

your Idea was

comforting

I miss your Idea

I will seek

comforting Ideas

elsewhere

Find your Idea

elsewhere

but

until then I

Miss your Idea
Sally Soe Sep 2012
You’re not worth my

time

anymore

I remember

when you were

late nights

sweet words

we went only

far enough

that

we couldn’t return

no one to blame

well

I blame you

Obviously

we would have been

fine

but you changed

it all too

much

too much

attitude

respect

you were penniless

when

it came to both

stil are

I’m not

sorry

only sorry that

you are

the sole

cause of

a frac

tured

friendship

I just wish

it was our’s
Sally Soe Sep 2012
I thought I

loved you for a while

I was just a kid

filling

a hole

it’s still there

that hole

but you didn’t fit

not that one

anyways

you taught me

that it’s too easy

to

fabricate

to

convince

your own self

of something better

left
Sally Soe Sep 2012
I want to talk to you

I want to be forward

and direct

I want to pretend I

don’t care I

just need some

things off my chest

you hurt me with

words

even though we

never spoke

never spoke

never spoke

you beat me

down

figuratively

mind is

more powerful than

body

I will talk to you

I think

I will say

“Let’s start

again.”
Sally Soe Sep 2012
I suppose I’m

I wish

sad since

I didn’t

I realized I

read

was last I

between

liked being first

the lines

sorry

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